My Prisoner // LokixReader

Chapter 16

The old witch, who you now understood was your grandmother, crossed her arms and smiled mischievously. "Well hello darling, how come you never came to visit me untill now?" She asked Natasha sweetly.

Natasha narrowed her eyes and stepped closer slightly and spat, "You know damn well why. I should have known you where behind this the moment we found that jet in these woods."

Astrid kept her sweet, almost sarcastic, smile plastered across her face and replied, "A wonderful accident. I'm afraid i have nothing to do with any of this." 

"Right." Natasha responded, clearly not buying any of that. "You're coming in with me." She continued, stopping forward to grab the old witch.

Astrid side stepped and said, "Afraid not, dearest. Keep that child safe. Believe her."  Natasha made a quick move to grab her but before she could she said, "Until next time." And vanished.

You watched the sence unplay in awe.  Th...that was your mother's parent?

Clint came running to her side and grabbed her wrist, saying, "Come on Nat. We've never been able to get her and we have more important things to deal with right now." 

Natasha nodded, listening to the voice of reason.  You watched them walk back over to Loki and exchange words that you couldn't make out.

Did the witch give you away? No. No, it must have been Loki.  He wanted you to have a 'proper life' and he believed that turning himself in was the only way you would get that.

Your eyes filled with tears as you watched two SHIELD agents grab him by the shoulders and push him roughly into a jet.  He did all this for you.  And now he was being taken from you.

Your mom and dad walked over to you and pulled you into a hug which you did not return. You were in to much shock.  "(Y/n)?" Your dad asked you, concerned. You didn't respond.

"Lets get her back....." his voice got distent and eventually faded away completely. How could things have gone this terribly? You felt yourself being lifted off the ground right as everything went black.

When you finally woke up, you where in your old room at SHIELD HQ.  You slowly sat up and looked around.  Maybe everything that had happened was just a dream? No. It couldn't be.

The memories of Loki finally hit you and you jumped from the bed and sprinted out into the small living room that was connected to the kitchen.

When you arrived, you stood on the doorway as your eyes scanned the room. Both your mom and your dad where sitting on the couch talking to one another. They looked up when they heard you enter the room.

"Hey kid, glad you're up.  Are you okay?" Clint asked you, standing up when he saw your troubled look.  "Where is he?!" You snapped, looking him in the eye and taking a step closer to him.

"Where is wh-" Clint started, slightly confused, when you cut him off and half shouted, "You know DAMN WELL who!"  At this point Natasha stood up and said, "Hey! Calm down. Now."

You glared at her and then back at your dad. "Tell me where you took him!" You damanded. "I think you should go lay back down." Clint stated, walking over to you hesitantly.

"I will not. Answer my question!" You responded, a feeling of desperation growing in the pit of your stumach.  "Are you still being mind controlled? That son of a bi***, i will kill him is he doesn-"  Natasha started and you rolled your eyes so far back you saw stares.

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!  I am not being mind controlled! And if you touch him...." you let the threat hang in the air unfinished.

"Ok, go back to your room and stay there or im drugging you and tossing you in a cell untill you cool down. Go. Now." Natasha commanded.

You threw your hands in the air in exasperation and stormed back to your room like a 10 year old. This was so unfair!  You flopped down on your bed and helplessly buried your head in a pillow. This. Was. Not. Happening!

Loki might already be dead by now! Or tortured! Or anything! Your mind swarmed with alll the unpleasant things that could be happening to him right now and you cringed.

After about three hours of being confined in your room, your dad opened the door and walked in.  You jumpped from your bed and marched over to him.

"Dad you have to let me go! Where did you take him?! Is he-"

"Why the hell do you care about him?! He blew up New York, remember?" Clint asked, giving you a disappointed look.  "Because," you whispered, "I love him." 

Your dads eyes grew wide at your words and he took a step back.  "Wha?  You must still be being mind controlled." He stammered in disbelief.

You fought the need to roll your eyes and said desperately, "No, dad please! I love him! I was never being mind controlled! I never actually captured Loki! The whole thing was something he did so i could do missions, it was all faked, when you found us  together i meant what i was doing. Please dad....where is he?"

The whole story of everything that happened poured from your mouth and you figured you really didnt have much else to loose.

If you lost Loki you would spend every day for the rest of your life looking for him. You promised to keep him safe, and to that you would hold.

Your dad looked completely shocked and like he didn't know how to feel exactly. He looked at you and searched your eyes for a lie, a bit of guilt, anything! 

Finding nothing but your honesty and desperation, he thought over what you had just told him, trying to decide wether or not to believe it anyhow.

He almost looked like he would believe you and let you go to Loki when he sighed and shook his head.  "No.  No (Y/n), he is gone. Let him go."

He left the room and a shock ran through you so strong you it knocked you to the floor. The old witch's words rang in your head.

"Don't let him slip away. Look for him. Dont give up"

OHHHHHHH SNAP!!!!!  Well that explains that.  If I where you, I would go find him.  Tell me what you think guys, im dieing to know how i did!!!!!!